Control Ch 3 - Sex Stories

Control Ch 3

... She was as turned on by this as I. A gentle squeeze when she covered my hands with hers.

“Do you like my tits?”

“They are amazing,” I answered.

“Kiss them, Terry,” she hoarsely whispered.

Leaning forward, I felt my body trembling in nervous anticipation. Before I made contact, Megan gently pushed me to the bed. I sat on the edge, my throbbing erection pointing at the ceiling. She stepped closer, kneeling on the bed straddling my lap, her breasts at eye level and very close. I could detect the scent of her body, coconutty and fresh from a bubble bath just minutes ago. If it were possible, my cock grew harder, her crotch pressed tightly against it.

Don’t get excited. She was still wearing her silky pajama pants. She pulled my head to her breast, offering an erect nipple. I took it with pursed lips, suckling at her breast. Pulling me closer, she moaned while grinding her bottom in my lap. Her pink nipple in my mouth and my hands cupping her ass, I was fighting the urge to come so quickly.

Sensing my struggle to maintain control, Megan eased up on the grinding and said, “Concentrate, little brother. Hold it in. Make it last for me.”

Pulling back, she looked me in the eyes, her expression filled with lust, and pressed her pouty lips to mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I returned her kiss with lustful enthusiasm. This kiss, as she intended, took my mind off the impending orgasm. She was no longer grinding on my cock. The only thing in the world was the ...

... kiss. She knew what she was doing.

My mind was a maelstrom of confusion. Megan, my beautiful, older sister had no problem getting men, nor women for that matter. She was a walking display of sexual energy. Beautiful and hotter than fuck, she didn’t need to fuck her little brother. I couldn’t figure it out. Not then anyway. That confusion I quickly dismissed and just enjoyed the moment.

Our heated kiss lasted for several minutes. Long enough to assuage the urge to come. Megan pulled her tongue from my mouth and asked, “Are you ready to get me out of these pajamas?”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded affirmation. Shaking her head at my timid answer, she smiled and told me to untie her drawstring. I watched my sister stand up on the mattress, her feet straddling my hips, just inches from my face. Slowly, my fingers tugged at each bitter end of the silky string, pulling the loops of the knot shorter until they fell loose.

Megan hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband, pushing them halfway down her hips, revealing the white strings and top of her cotton panties, “Pull them off, Terry.”

Reaching again, I hooked my fingers only to have my effort halted. My sister holding my wrists, said, “Just the pajamas. Leave my panties where they are. Remember, we are taking this slow.”

Nodding like a scolded child, I took hold of her pants when she released my hands, pushing them ever so slowly down her legs. Her heady scent wafted in the still air of my bedroom. ...